"We throw in the towel!"

Just when everyone was waiting to see how the Twilight Snow Clan would deal with the current situation, they didn't expect the Twilight Snow Clan to admit defeat cleanly.

Even the officials who presided over the game did not react, and waited until Twilight Wensu said it again, and then announced the end of the game in a panic.

Everyone was shocked, even the puppeteer couple on the field didn't expect such a result, on the other hand, the husband and wife of the Dusk Snow Clan looked very indifferent in comparison.

Also as a foreigner, compared to the arrogant and domineering grassland people, the Twilight Snow Clan is much more low-key, they have no fireworks on their bodies, and they don't seem to value this martial arts conference, some people say that although the Twilight Snow Clan is the best at smelting weapons, it is a people who love peace, so it seems that it should be so.

With the help of their own people, the twilight Wensu couple treated the snow-swallowing beast a little, and then took this big guy down the ring, seeing the faint blood stains on the white fur of the fierce beast, everyone was a little incredulous for a while, it was rumored that the snow-swallowing beast's defense was amazing, but he didn't expect to encounter this inconspicuous silver silk thread, but he was still injured!

This young couple of puppeteers doesn't seem to be simple.

"Brother Lin, what do you think, these two people don't look like people from the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

Ma Zhanpeng frowned, staring at Li Jiangyue and Wang Shu on the stage, as if he wanted to see what was going on, this time, they always felt that the Heavenly Demon Gate would definitely take action, so every group of special players was in their goal.

Lin Qi shook his head, his expression was not clear, after all, this duel was too fast, too few things were exposed, and it seemed that the method in the hands of this couple was indeed from the puppet technique.

At this time, Li Jiangyue and his wife had already packed up their things and began to walk towards the stage, it seemed that both of them seemed to like this atmosphere very much, and their faces were always confident and proud.

However, their opponents in the next game are Liu Jizong and He Mingdu of the Sword Pavilion, after watching the first game, everyone has been completely frightened by the sword technique of the Sword Pavilion, and now these two people can be regarded as the biggest favorites to win the championship in this competition!

In the third game, the two sides are the prince of the Dahua Dynasty and the small sect Xun Mingzong, although the strength of the big prince and the seventh prince has not been revealed in front of people, but if you want to come as the face of the Dahua Dynasty, I am afraid that it will not be too bad, and Xun Mingzong is too inconspicuous, as a small sect, in such a mysterious competition, to be able to enter the formal, it is already considered a big luck.

The two princes stepped into the room first, both dressed in golden armor and yellow robes, mighty and domineering, while the disciples of the Xunming Sect who came up on the opposite side were a little dwarfed in comparison.

The two young people, not only thin and ordinary-looking, standing in the ring, even have a feeling of trembling, when looking at people, they don't even dare to look at people with their eyes, even if they really have strength, under such tension, it is estimated that they can't play it.

Seeing these two people, the eldest prince Zhao Yun, he had already laughed.

"I advise you two to surrender quickly, learn from the Twilight Snow Clan, and save time by wasting time!"

Zhao Yun has been in the military camp for a long time, as the general of the main force of Mobei, he has cultivated a domineering momentum early, compared with him, everyone only thinks that these two disciples of the Xunming Sect are extremely pitiful.

"Big ...... The eldest prince, since we ...... Coming here, of course...... Of course, I hope to make a difference, please ...... Please also ask the eldest prince to give advice!"

The person who spoke, named Han Qiuping, although he stumbled over his words, his persistence was still shown, and as for his companions behind him, they didn't seem so promising.

Such a big scene may not be suitable for this kind of small sect at all, it seems that the entry of the Xunming Sect into the main competition is a mistake in itself.

"In that case, I respect your choice and hope that this duel will not disappoint me!"

As he spoke, the eldest prince had already drawn his sword and held it in his hand, this sword, the blade was slightly long, the sword body was slightly longer, the sword spine was tattooed with dragon patterns, and the ground was beautiful, with the long sword out of the sheath, the momentum on Zhao Yun's body also began to rise, and at this moment, a gong sounded, announcing the official start of the game!

"Drink!"

As the prince of Dahua, he has been educated since he was a child, he must take the lead, and in the face of any challenge, he should be the one who is in charge, even when he is in the duel, he has always been the one who rushes ahead, as soon as the gong sounds, Zhao Yun has already rushed out, and a gust of wind has been around him, and he was torn in half by the sharp blade in his hand in an instant.

Zhao Yu, the seventh prince, was still standing behind, still looking like a hanger.

When there was a soft sound, the two swords intersected, Han Qiuping raised his sword to block in front of him, but he was pressed by Zhao Yun's sword on his shoulder, and he retreated backwards, but he only took two steps back, and he was resisted hard by this young man, and finally stopped castration.

"Hmph, it's not bad!"

Zhao Yun's eyes were bright, with a chuckle on his face, he still looked at ease, Han Qiuping clenched his teeth, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was already sweating, and he seemed to be struggling.

However, everyone who saw this scene suddenly had a new understanding of Han Qiuping, although the strength was indeed inferior to Zhao Yun, but there were still exercises in his hands, it seemed that it was not a coincidence that Xunming Sect could enter the main competition.

"Wow!"

At this time, Han Qiuping's companion seemed to have finally come to his senses, and at this time he raised his sword and rushed towards Zhao Yun, but his feet were still flustered, and he even stumbled a little, which looked extremely funny!

Zhao Yun chuckled, shook his arms, shook Han Qiuping with a sword, and reflexively kicked this person to the ground.

"Hu Gong!"

Han Qiuping exclaimed, the whole person exerted his strength again, and suddenly jumped up from the spot, in a hurry, the true method on his body actually worked to the extreme!

Well?

Zhao Yun didn't expect that Han Qiuping still had such strength, but before he could react, the other party had already killed him, and in an instant, the two fought together, swords and swords, and they didn't let each other go.

It is rumored that the eldest prince already has the strength of the eighth grade, perhaps because of some exaggeration, but at this time, it seems that Zhao Yun's cultivation is indeed not low, I didn't expect that this little-known Han Qiuping can be on a par with Zhao Yun, although there are factors of super-level performance, but even so, it is enough to make many major sects embarrassed.

Ten swords, twenty swords, fifty swords...... Everyone waited for the moment when Han Qiuping was exhausted, but they didn't expect this person to become more and more courageous the more he fought, and he was about to pass the sword through the white move, but Han Qiuping did not show his exhaustive appearance, but it was the eldest prince Zhao Yun's side, who was slowly pulled by the other party, and there was still some panic between the shots.

This Han Qiuping, what kind of person is it, a small sect can cultivate such an excellent talent?

Lin Qi looked at the person in the ring, his brows slowly wrinkled together, he looked back at the firefly pear, and found that the little girl also had a solemn expression, sure enough, this Han Qiuping, there was still something greasy behind him.

In addition to Lin Qi and Firefly, among the people present, some people still saw the strangeness of Han Qiuping, and one of them was Zhao Yu, the seventh prince who was standing in the ring at this time.

Zhao Yu gradually put away his hanging expression, and even now he was still a little gloomy, he looked back at Hu Gong, another disciple of the Xunming Sect who was standing aside, but found that this person was also surprised, obviously he didn't expect his companion to be so powerful!

However, Hu Gong obviously did not have the strength of Han Qiuping, looking at the chaotic sword shadow in front of him, he could only be secretly anxious, and he couldn't intervene at all.

At this moment, everyone exclaimed, it turned out that the battle had reached this moment, and the body of the eldest prince Zhao Yun was finally hung up.

Zhao Yu stepped forward and began to lose his breath.

Seeing Zhao Yu come forward, Hu Gong was shocked and anxious, he looked at his companions, and then at Zhao Yu, and finally lifted his sword and blocked in front of Zhao Yu.

"Stand...... Stop!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Suddenly, Zhao Yu's figure disappeared, but the next moment, he had already appeared behind Hu Gong.

Zhao Yu kept moving, still wanting to walk forward, but Hu Gong trembled, and without saying a word, he fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

"A hand knife?"

Ma Zhanpeng nodded, and secretly cared about the body of the Seven Princes.

"No, it's three hits, cut in the same place!"

When Ma Zhanpeng heard Lin Qi's words, he turned his head in shock, but found that Lin Qi's expression was solemn, and he didn't seem to be joking.

Han Qiuping also noticed something strange at this time, and when he looked up, suddenly, he found a white light shining, and it was already in front of him in an instant!

As soon as he heard it, Han Qiuping was shocked and swept away the killing sword that stabbed over, but at this time, he let Zhao Yun take it off.

Zhao Yun gasped for breath in his mouth, staggered a few steps back, and was being held by his younger brother Zhao Yu at this time.

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine, but this person is weird!"

"Well, see it, leave it to me. ”

"Okay, be careful. ”

The conversation between the two brothers is very simple, but it can be seen that Zhao Yun still trusts his brother very much.

Zhao Yu slowly approached Han Qiuping, holding his head high, with a contemptuous smile on his face, looking very proud.

"Boy, no matter where you come from, you don't know life or death, such a person, this prince has never seen it, if you kneel down and kowtow ten times now, maybe I can spare you!"

Hearing these words, Han Qiuping's face changed color, such an insult is really unacceptable, even if the other party is a prince, he can't be so unworthy of a monk in his eyes!

Han Qiuping was competitive, clenched the long sword in his hand, his expression was serious, and he finally decided to take the lead, but at this moment, Zhao Yu in front of him was gone!

Outside the field, Lin Qi and Liu Jizong stood up at the same time, because they saw a familiar sword!

"You're not fast enough!"

Zhao Yu put the sword back into its sheath, and Han Qiuping turned over and fell to the ground.

The audience was shocked, only Emperor Yang was alone, laughing and applauding!